A/N: Guys I can guarantee you that Will and Emily will not be together in any way lol just, no. I was going to leave this chapter to sit for a bit longer, but at the same time I think some things have to be established a little sooner rather than later. Hopefully the puzzle pieces will start falling into place for you! :)


"Right now
Everything you want is wrong,
And right now
All your dreams are waking up,
And right now
I wish I could follow you
-Honey and the Moon/Joseph Arthur

Emily sat staring just past the rim of her glass. What a shitty day. She'd often have these thoughts after rough cases; about how people could be so horrible to one another, if they had done everything they possibly could, how no matter how hard they tried there was always suffering. How is it fair that we just pack up and leave after a case, but them, the victims, remain there, having to suffer through the consequences and their own thoughts. It was a bit ironic, as some would consider it harder to be a member of the BAU and have to deal with these cases all the time and remain strong and level headed. Usually she would join the rest of the gang for drinks afterwards, but she didn't feel like being with them right now, she just needed a little space. So she decided to go to the bar at the hotel where her mother always stayed when she was in town, she was almost certain she wouldn't run into anyone she knew there. She could just sit there, lost to the world, and let herself think through everything going through her head.

Being so lost in thought she never noticed the bar pick up and get slightly busier. She wouldn't really have expected it to get busier anyway, it was only Tuesday night, shouldn't people be sleeping or something? But then again, she wasn't.

A few moments later a blonde quietly took the stool next to Emily and ordered herself a drink. She noticed Emily out of the corner of her eye and couldn't help but feel like something was wrong. She played with her glass a little and looked over, she wasn't really in a good mood, and didn't want to be here, she rarely ever did, is it really a good idea to try to help someone else when she has her own issues? "Hey…" She finally focused her gaze on Emily, expecting a response. Nothing. Emily didn't budge, she just kept staring ahead. The blonde squinted, focusing a little more and leaned in a bit closer, assuming the dark haired girl hadn't been able to hear her before "Hey…are you alright?"

Emily snapped out of it, slowly coming back to it. She kept her eyes down, not trusting that she had her emotional and mental walls back in place yet. "Yeh…I'm…just a shitty day" Why did I say that? I should have just said I'm fine. "Oh." The blonde was taken back a bit, she had pegged the woman next to her as someone who would have been a little more hesitant to admitting to anything other than being okay. 'I know about those' she muttered to herself "Do you want to talk about it?" Emily heard the quiet muttering and silently tried to analyze it, what did she mean she knew all about those? She kept her eyes from looking up, knowing that her need to analyze the stranger would become stronger if she saw her. She just shook her head a little "What about your day? Here to relax and wind down as well?"

The blonde sat trying to think of how to respond, borderline mumbling her response "I guess you can say that…trying to avoid another pointless argument, maybe?" She tried to think of why she was really there, she knew she didn't want to be. "To be honest, I have no idea."

Emily's brow furrowed a bit. "What?" She suddenly realized her manners "Sorry, I mean, you don't know why you're here? Do you want to talk about it?" She tried to keep her resolve to keep looking down intact. "Maybe, why don't you go first…" The blonde looked back over to Emily, hoping to find out what seemed to have this woman so flustered. Why do I even care, she thought. It isn't like I know her, or will get to know her…Her stomach flopped. Why did thinking about not getting to know this mystery woman make her feel that way.

Emily sighed and took a deep breath "I'm…fine. Just a…rough day at work…" "Oh. Well if you don't mind me asking, what do you-" The blonde was interrupted by Emily, who was suddenly angry at the man from earlier, thinking that the was okay to just proposition strangers like that "And then I came here to wind down and some asshole tried to pick me up! And get this, not just to try to get my number or something. To go his room with him. AND not just him, but his WIFE" she threw her arms up and mocked the man, "Will", from earlier and used air quotes, to which the blonde thought was kind of adorable until what Emily said had registered with her "she's just as charming as myself, and almost as good in bed" she exclaimed the last part with a bit of extra emphasis, grumbling "egotistical douchebag"

The blonde swallowed hard, feeling herself get a little red in the cheeks. This can't be happening, that fucking idiot. Did he seriously do-

Emily slowly wound herself down from her little rant and tried to calm back down "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name, I'm Emily…" She gave up her resolve and turned her head to look at her conversation partner as she extended her hand to greet the woman. When her eyes met the blonde she grew slightly worried, for more than one reason, the poor woman looked like she had just seen a ghost, and yet Emily couldn't help but feel that her breath had just been stolen. I'd hate to think of what would have happened if she had of been smiling. Hopefully someone in here would have at least known CPR or enough to call an ambulance. She chuckled inside her head a little and how ridiculous she thought she was being in a situation like this and returned her focus to the blonde "Are you sure you're alright? You look like you've seen a ghost…and you still haven't said anything…"

The blonde swallowed again, her mouth seemed impossibly dry. She slowly returned her gaze to Emily and hoped she wasn't going to her a drink, or worse, a fist hurled at her for what she was about to say. Emily sat there silently analyzing her, what was she thinking? What triggered it? Why so sudden? Oh my god, had this man asked her the same thing? Had he done something worse? She couldn't help but let her mind wander to the horrible crimes she dealt with at work on a regular basis.

She was thrown out of her thoughts when her mysterious conversation partner cleared her throat.

"Sorry, I'm uhm…JJ…" She looked down and her voice softened, she slowly looked back up with a sad smile "the asshole's wife…" Emily clenched her jaw as JJ held in her breath and got up to leave.